Murder

Aug 24, 2001 20:26

we are real, we are life
Destroy that beauty with a knife

Watch me stab, Watch me Kill
As i take my purple pill

my mind is open, pupils wide
psychotic thoughts are let outside

Blood has spilt, skin has split
In your wound is where i spit

It is pure, pure as sport
I dont care about the court

You think i wont, dont think i'll try
In your bed is where you die

In your sleep, In your dreams
In your house, they'll hear the screams

It is not wrong, it is not right
It is my choice for the night

So dont think i wont, dont think i might
Your face pale white with fright

Just die quickly, or with pain
Because for me its all the same

I am not crazy, i am not sane
In this world i do not claim

But if you push me, it has been said
Your find yourself bleeding, because your dead.
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